smiled. “I’ve been savin’ up.” They fell silent again—the only sound the constant, powerful thrumming of the engines. This tanker, the second largest in the Calais company fleet, carried 360,000 cubic feet of liquefied natural gas. At a steady thirteen knots, she’d put in to harbor at about noon the next day. Pomeroy just wanted his pay and a good night’s sleep; Skolnick could tear up the town if he wanted to. The smell of the cigarette gradually filled the wheelhouse, making Pomeroy even sleepier. Idly, he checked the instrument display, to be sure of their
